Date: Sun, 20 Feb 2011 08:02:48 -0800
From: h.schreiber@hushmail.com
Subject: Rock and a Hard Place, Chapter 3

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Synopsis of first two chapters as a refresher:

Kyle is a 15 year old sophomore trying to sort out being an athletically
gifted wrestler and a gifted student at the same time. He is assigned a new
partner on the debate team, William Henry David Thames III. William is a
lanky, geeky, nerd who plays chess during lunch and annoys Kyle with his
mannerisms and speaking style. From the time Kyle meets William, his day
goes from bad to worse as the consequences of his bad decisions impact
him. Worst of all, he gets cut from the upcoming wrestling meet. On top of
that, Kyle loses his expected team captain position to a kid he
disrespects, named Scotty.

Kyle has two special friends that call themselves the "Screw Crew." That
moniker has nothing to do with the naughty meaning of screw; rather, it
refers to the fact that they are always screwing around together. Dig and
Bodie are the other two members of the "Screw Crew." Dig is on the
wrestling team with Kyle and Bodie is a rancher's kid and plays baseball.

William comes to Kyle's house to prepare for the upcoming debate meet that
evening and walks in on Kyle masturbating. An argument ensues and Kyle's
mother accidentally injures William's right testicle when she barges into
the bedroom to see what the shouting is about.

Finally, Kyle's father comes home from his work as an oncologist to try and
sort things out. Kyle and his mother argue over what happened and his
mother reveals that she found out Kyle had stolen a candy bar during
lunch. Kyle's father gets very upset at that and ultimately Kyle storms off
to his secret place in the woods. He fumes over his parents' recent lack of
attention. He imagines, with some satisfaction, the worry and concern he
must have caused by being gone so late into the night and finally returns
home. Now, enjoy chapter 3.

Rock and a Hard Place

Chapter 3

Changes

Finding my parents asleep sucked the air from my lungs and stung my eyes. I
couldn't even pretend they cared about me anymore. They didn't even bother
looking for me. I grudgingly backed out of the room and pulled their door
shut. I felt ill. A painful cramp formed in my bowels. I was shuffling back
to my bedroom when I heard a thump, thump, thump against the carpeted
floor. It was my aged, black Labrador, Sam. Though he was too old to get up
and come greet me, he was wagging his tail for me. I sat on the floor next
to his doggie pillow and the thumping of his tail increased. He nuzzled my
arm until I started stroking his soft, black fur. He is a faithful friend,
though he's ten years old and has arthritis. We got him when I was only
five. I guess you could say we were pups together. He used to sleep on my
bed with me until it got too difficult for him to jump up onto it. I miss
his company.

"You still love me, don't you Sam?" I asked. As if he understood me, he
placed his head onto my thigh and thumped twice with his tail. I scratched
his ears and belly for a while and then headed off to bed. The sound of
Sam's thumping tail faded as I climbed the stairs.

At the top of the stairs, I detoured into the guest room, pulled a wooden
chair from the desk over to the edge of the bed. I sat in it backwards and
rested my hands and chin on the arched wooden back. I stared at the sallow
face of my new debate club teammate. His face even appeared pale in the
soft glow of the nightlight. He was wearing light blue, button down pajamas
like I quit wearing at age ten. What have you done to my life?" I asked the
sleeping alien being. "You've been involved in my life less than 24 hours
and it's been turned completely upside down ever since. Are you some kind
of bad luck charm? You practicing voodoo on me, or what?" He slept
peacefully on, ignoring my presence and my questions.

I thought about his bent dick and the stirring sensations I felt from
rubbing his back and legs in the shower earlier. Innocent as it was, the
simple touch of flesh to flesh affected me. I knew deep down it was more
than just overactive hormones that got me boned up from it, but I quickly
pushed the thought away as I always chose to do. If I don't dwell on those
thoughts, they go away and leave me alone.  I mentally changed the subject
by wondering if he was having one of his wet dreams. He certainly had a
peaceful look on his face; satisfied even. I haven't had very many wet
dreams in my life. I suppose it's because I keep the well pretty dry all
the time. I flashed back to the horror of him walking into my room just as
I was shooting my load. My face grew hot and flushed again at the
memory. "How," I wondered, "could he have possibly gone this long without
ever jacking off?" It seemed impossible to me. I felt deeply sorry for
him. I wondered what private hell he was living with, worrying about his
deformed dick.

I pondered again why he was still here at my house. I put the chair back
and paused before leaving, taking one last glance at the lanky alien under
the covers. The thought struck me to peek and see if he was boned. I fought
off the curiosity and was nearly out the door when I heard my name.

"Kyle."

"What?" I asked, turning around. "William, are you awake?"

"Please, continue the tutelage."

"Do what?" I asked. I walked back to the edge of the bed. His eyes were
closed and his breathing deep.

"I'm afraid I do not fully comprehend," he said. It was obvious now that he
was talking in his sleep. "Will you please resume the demonstration?"

I snickered. "Wow, he even speaks Geek in his sleep. That's hilarious."  I
stepped back away to head off to bed, seriously amused, when he rolled
urgently from his side onto his belly and let out a low wail. The little
lump of his butt bucked several times into the bed accompanied by the same
soft wail. He shook all over a couple times and then it was over. His frame
relaxed. A moment later, he rolled back to his side and continued all the
way over to his opposite side facing the wall. He pulled his legs up into a
slightly bent position and resumed the heavy, steady breathing of a deep
sleep.

"Oh my God," I whispered "he just shot his wad and I was in the fucking
dream." Carefully, I peeled the covers back being cautious not to disturb
him. I leaned in close and breathed in the unmistakable scent of freshly
spilled semen. I swiped at the wet spot with my finger, brought it to my
nose and sniffed deeply, allowing it to fill my sinuses. I was fascinated
by the smell of another boy's cum. The combined odor of sweet cream and
rancid milk smelled almost exactly like my own. I could detect no real
difference, and I smiled at that discovery.

I wondered if it would taste the same but my psyche refused to even
entertain the thought of tasting it. I had a hard time convincing myself to
taste my own. Often, when in the process of jacking off, I'll have every
intention of licking up my spewed juice, but as soon as the euphoric high
of my orgasm ebbs, I lose all interest in it.

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I squinted at the screaming devil next to my bed. Its evil green eyes were
glowing inches from my face. I squeezed my eyes shut and slapped it angrily
on its head. It stopped its horrible screeching and clattered off its
perch, swinging from its long, black tail.

I felt miserable. My head hurt, my gut was wrenched in a tight knot and I
was only semi-conscious. Slowly, the realization of my situation spread
into my foggy brain. Though I'd never drank alcohol, I assumed this must be
what a hangover felt like. I peered out of one eye and righted the alarm
clock back onto my nightstand. The green neon formed the numbers 6:35. I
rubbed my hand across the brown stubble on my head. Mechanically, I sat up,
stood up, and then staggered slowly toward the bathroom to drain my
bladder. I'd gotten way too few hours sleep. On my way back down the hall,
I stopped in the doorway of the bedroom William was sleeping in.

"You awake?" I asked. There was no answer. He was still curled up facing
the wall. I grumbled and made my way back to my bed. I was way too tired to
get dressed and run like I normally did at this hour. I hadn't even thought
about resetting my alarm clock the night before. I crawled in, nestled into
my warm spot, pulled the covers up around my neck and failed miserably in
my attempt to go back to sleep. "Dammit," I finally muttered.

I sat up, grumbling, staggered back to the bathroom and started the
shower. I pulled off my boxers and stepped in. I wasn't even interested in
pulling on my dick like I normally would in the morning shower and it made
absolutely no attempt to get my attention. It just hung there as limp and
lifeless as I was. The sadness crept back over me during my shower as I
contemplated living here in my house with my parents without any love
attached. I trusted them to live up to their obligations toward me as a
minor child and I would do my best to behave and not "embarrass" them in
front of their precious friends. It would be a nice sanitary arrangement, I
was sure. One thing was for certain though, I wasn't going to be putting up
with any of my mom's stupid bullshit anymore.

I opened the glass door, fogged with steam, and found William sitting on
the throne. His PJ pants along with my boxers he'd borrowed were down at
his ankles.  His pale, skinny legs, hinged by bony knees, extended from his
waist to the floor. His large feet and long, skinny toes poked out from the
crumpled mass of blue PJ's. His right hand was wedged between his thighs
directing the flow of urine.  "Do you always have to squat to pee?" I
asked, without even considering how insulting it sounded.

"It is my preference, given my medical issue," he responded
unemotionally. If he had been insulted, he didn't reflect it.

"That takes some joy out of being a boy. So why are you still here?" I
asked. That sounded rude as well, but my brain was still too tired to sort
that kind of thing out in advance.

"Following your outburst and rash departure last night, your father offered
to inspect my injured genitalia. To my relief, he was extremely
professional, as you purported he would be. Upon visual inspection, he
promptly contacted a friend of his in the Urology Department, who actually
drove over here to examine me in case my testicle was twisted. Apparently,
if testicular torsion occurs following a traumatic injury, it needs to be
corrected within the first six hours to prevent long term
damage. Fortunately, I did not have testicular torsion; however, it was his
opinion I should accompany your father to the medical complex today where
he could more fully examine me.  He was also significantly concerned with
my penile structure. Your father phoned my mother and explained the unusual
circumstances. She brought me my necessities and agreed to arrange an
excused absence from school."

"That's cool. I'm glad you're getting it checked," I said. Smirking, I
asked, "So, how did you sleep?"

"Most comfortably, thank you. The mattress is of superior quality."

"Did you have any sweet dreams?" I continued smirking. He immediately
averted his eyes. Slowly, he peered back up at me, with a questioning
look. "Yeah, I noticed," I said, "I'm pretty observant. It's cool. It's
supposed to happen to us, you know? That stuff's gotta get out somehow and
since you ain't jackin' it...well, sweet dreams are the only
option. Besides, I bet all that touching and attention to your goods last
night got your brain focused on it."

He allowed a small grin to creep across his lips and stood, keeping his
privates covered with his right hand while he flushed and tried to pull up
his bottoms with his left.

"Relax, dude. I've seen it already, remember?" I said. "So how's the sore
nut?"

He moved his hand away and I gasped. "Shit. I mean, shoot, dude, its
GROSS!" The purple, black and yellow bruising had spread over the entire
ball sac and onto the immediately surrounding area of his groin. It was
still very swollen.

"Yes. Quite. It remains severely painful."

"I bet. Hopefully, the urologist can help you out with that today."

"Yes, I maintain a hopeful attitude. I also am hopeful for a positive
resolution on my penis."

"Yeah, you gotta get that thing fixed. I was feeling bad for you last night
when I was watching..." I realized what I was about to disclose. I stopped
too late though.

"Were you in my room last night?"

"For a bit. Yeah."

"To what purpose?"

"None, really. I was just on my way to bed and saw you in here and I walked
in to see who it was. As I was leaving, you started having your sweet
dream," I explained. He turned crimson and did not speak.

"Like I said, no big deal. It was kind of interesting to see, really. It's
not every day you get to witness that sort of thing. Don't be embarrassed
by it; I didn't actually see anything except your reactions under the
covers."  I closed my eyes and humped the air imitating the sounds he made
while he was ejaculating.  "Ooooh, Ooooh, Ooooh, Ahhhhhhhh."

He spun away, finished washing and drying his hands and put the towel on
the rack. "Your concept of humor is appalling. I'm certain you
overdramatize. I do have a question for you regarding that hapless event,
however. What shall I do about the soiled sheets? I found it very
disconcerting to have had this experience as a guest."

"Just make the bed. It'll dry and mom won't even notice when she pulls the
sheets off to wash them, which she always does after any guest stays over."

"Are you certain?" He doubtfully asked.

"Totally."

He smiled, relieved, and headed off to dress. I had to do the same and we
both descended the stairs together.

"Good," my father said more to William than to me, "I'm glad you're both
ready to go. I have a lot to do this morning. My 'Crack-berry' has gone off
non-stop all morning. Kyle never eats and you probably shouldn't either in
case they want to do some blood tests, so let's go."

The invisibility had begun. No mention of our battle. No apology
forthcoming. No expression of love, anger or anything else. "Say you're
sorry, beg my forgiveness. If not that, then yell at me, dammit! Pull my
pants down and spank me. Threaten to kick me out even, just don't ignore
me. Don't just pretend nothing happened last night!" I pleaded in my
mind. I struggled to act and look as unmoved and indifferent back towards
him as he appeared. I swore to myself that I wasn't going to give my
parents any satisfaction over this. I slung my backpack on and exited to
the garage without speaking. The silent treatment was officially on.

I didn't speak the entire way to school. I muttered, "Thanks" only, as I
jumped out of the grey Mercedes. Before shutting the door, I called in to
William, "Good luck at the doctor, dude. Hope he can fix you up." William
smiled appreciatively and I pushed the door closed with my shoe.

School sucked all morning. I was dog tired and I kept dwelling on my
miserable parents. I actually didn't finish a math quiz. It was small
points and I have tons of extra credit already built up in the class so it
didn't really matter, but I didn't even care or feel my normal guilt over
it. Okay, maybe a little, but just a little.

In debate class, I had to apologize that our research material wasn't
available for inspection by Mrs. Jones. I explained that William had it and
was out sick today. She wasn't too concerned knowing both William and I
were always prepared. She'd never had any team win a state title, but she
told both William and I that she felt we were capable of it. The excitement
and anticipation in her voice was evident. It was a big deal for her to go
to, whatever the hell meetings teachers go to, and have a state title under
her belt, even if she did have precious little to actually do with it.

Our first debate meet was Friday. I spent the period laying out possible
outlines both for the affirmative argument and the negative argument on the
resolution. In every debate meet, a team had to be prepared to argue both
sides of the topic. That was what appealed to me the most about debate. It
wasn't just choosing a winning side of an argument; it was being crafty
enough to convince someone you were right on either side.

At lunch, I ate more than I would have if I were going to be wrestling the
next day. The others all just stared jealously at me. I even bought a
Snickers bar off a freshman and savored every bite. When I started eating
the candy bar, I made little oooh and ahhh sounds, licking my lips and
swaying dreamily as if I were making love to it.

"What the fuck," Goob said, "you eating a candy bar or sucking Scotty's
boner down there?" Everyone except Scotty busted up. I didn't have to make
weight again until next Tuesday and I planned on talking to coach about
moving up a class like he suggested. He was right about Dig being able to
wrestle up a weight and honestly, we were weak at the next class up anyway
so it would strengthen the team. Scotty sat directly across from me and
just to be funny, I wrapped up the last half of my Snickers and peeled my
banana. I held it upside down and slid it in and out of my mouth making the
oooh and ahhh sounds again. The image wasn't lost on him. He got the joke
alright, as did the others nearby, but he found it far less humorous than I
meant for it to be.

"FU," he said with a scowl.

"Okay," I said and made like I was moving the upside down banana toward my
ass, which I slipped back off the edge of the bench. Little Willy fell off
the end of the bench onto the floor he was laughing so hard. The other end
of the table wanted to know what was so funny. I shrugged, waved the banana
filled hand and my empty hand in the air, appeared dumbfounded, and said,
"Guess Willy thinks bananas are funny."

Scotty got up and stomped off. "I did it again, didn't I?" I said to
myself. "I better lay off the poor guy. Why do I keep tormenting him?
Because it's so easy, I guess."

English was actually interesting in the front row where I had been assigned
to sit. We were discussing the Greek Odysseys. It's good that the topic
actually engaged me because I was really struggling to stay awake after so
little sleep and eating more than usual. I swear I heard Goob snoring in
the back. I was fascinated by the Greek culture.

After school, I hurried in to the gym. I wanted to try and catch coach
before practice and apologize again for yesterday's stupidity and talk to
him about moving up a weight class. I got lucky and met him just outside
the team locker room door. We moved to the bleachers and sat down.

"Coach, I want you to know I'm really sorry for being so stupid. I thought
about it a lot last night and today, and I can't believe I did that."

"Good. Is that it?" Coach asked.

"Well, I thought about what you said about maybe moving up a class and Dig
moving up a class. I think that really would be best. I will still have to
work to maintain that weight, but getting any lower will kill me. Is that
still an option?"

"If Dig agrees and if he earns the spot above his class. You also have to
earn your spot in his class," Coach said. It wasn't really a concern. Dig
and I were both way better wrestlers than anyone else at those
weights. Wrestling was weird that way. It often forced you to pit yourself
against your fellow teammates if you wanted to wrestle in a specific weight
class. "We better get in now, you know the punishment if you're late for
practice."

"Yeah, coach, I know." I didn't want to be responsible for that. The person
who was late had to do pushups and sit-ups while the rest of the team did
sprints. So you not only got immensely sore muscles, you pissed the rest of
the team off.

As I was going in, Dig called for me to hold the door. He was sprinting
across the gym floor. Today, he really was at risk of being late. We both
rushed in and like always, he stripped naked in three seconds. He was still
pulling on his singlet as he rushed over, still barefoot, to join the team
on the mats just in time. He put his shoes on and laced them up while Coach
gave the practice schedule. I hurried as fast as I could, but I was still
late. Thankfully, Coach ignored my tardy and I escaped the wrath of twenty
angry peers. I guess he cut me slack because I'd been talking with
him. Either that or he didn't want to waste precious practice time the day
before a big meet.

When Dig and I were spotting for each other, I asked him, "So what's up
with getting here last minute for practice lately?"

He got a big shit-eater and said, "Rochelle and I meet up behind the wood
shop and do a little snogging right after school."

"Did you just use the word 'snogging' as in Harry Potter?" I asked
incredulous.

"Yeah, I think it's a great word for it." Dig said.

"If you're twelve maybe. And, if you make us all have to do sprints because
you're out sucking face with Rochelle, I'm gonna be pissed. Don't expect me
to have your back on that one."

"Aww, c'mon. Screw Crew has to always have each other's backs."

"If you were screwing her maybe, but since we're not the suck face crew, it
doesn't count."

I couldn't explain why I was so jealous over this revelation, but I
definitely was. It wasn't that I wanted to be out doing it, because I
really didn't. I mean I wouldn't mind getting some make-out action I guess,
but it wasn't something that occupied every waking thought like it does for
lots of guys my age.

"Hey, I plan on screwing her again after ladies choice next week. You been
asked yet?" Dig said.

"No, I haven't been asked. I've been thinking I need to start dropping some
hints with the one's I'm interested in or I might get stuck with a mercy
date." Then I continued, "You're really planning it out? Does she know your
plan or you gonna surprise her? By the way, I still don't think I believe
you about doing it last summer."

"Well, think what you want. I did it and it was awesome. And I'm getting
back in her skirt after ladies choice. You can take it to Vegas. That's why
I gotta get her primed up now with all the snogging. But if for some
reason, I don't get any at ladies choice; for sure I'm nailing her after
fall formal next month."

"Well, a guy needs a goal in life, I guess." I was sickened at his
crassness. I like Rochelle and I don't like the idea of my buddy being so
manipulative. The whole thing doesn't sit well with me at all. I wondered
if they had already done it, why he would have to be scheming to do it
again. I wondered if she didn't like the feeling of his giant dickhead up
inside her. Maybe it hurt. I allowed myself to imagine Dig and Rochelle
naked and humping like crazed rabbits and almost dropped the weight I was
putting on the bar.

"Earth to Rock," Dig said.  "Where the hell do you travel off to all the
time?"

"Dig. Straight up. Did you really fuck her last summer?" I asked, staring
him directly in the eye. I could read people pretty good and could sense
most lies.

"Okay, listen. Straight up, we almost did it. We'd been feeling each other
up and she'd jacked me off a couple times before that. Then, I actually got
her completely naked in my room while making out on my bed when no one was
home. I got to put a finger up inside her. And she was gonna let me do it,
I swear she was. After I got the rubber on, though, she chickened out and
only agreed to suck me off. And, she made me keep the damn rubber on for
the blowjob. But shit, it was still amazing. I cummed so hard."

"Fuck, you really did do that! You're not lying!"

"Yeah. She sat on the edge of the bed and I stood in front of her. She
fondled my balls and rubbed my butt and sucked my bad boy until I filled
the fucking condom with a boatload of jizz. It was an amazing cum, even
with the rubber on. I was sliding my fingers through her hair and humping
her mouth. But all I can think about since then is sticking it up inside
her. It's making me crazy. I'm sure I can talk her into it this time. I
spent $60 on roses for her birthday and I thought she was gonna blow me
again right there in front of her parents when I gave them to her. She was
so happy."

I imagined what it might be like to suck Dig's dick like that. "Wait, no. I
mean what it would be like to get sucked by a girl like Rochelle did to
Dig," I mentally clarified. I was boned in my singlet. I checked, but Dig
wasn't.

"I saw the roses on Facebook," I remembered. "She was pretty stoked over
it. All the guys with girlfriends are still pissed at you because now all
the girls expect that kind of treatment."

"I know, I've heard it believe me," he said. We chuckled as we headed back
to the lockers a bit early. I detoured into a toilet stall and pulled my
singlet off in there. My boner was throbbing. I sat on the edge of the
toilet and leaned back against the cold, metal flushing apparatus. I had to
adjust position a couple of times to avoid my spine then I fisted my dick
and started whacking it full force. I imagined Dig standing naked in front
of Rochelle. I imagined his boner and the condom stretched over his large
knob. I imagined taking hold of it and feeling its hardness. "Ohhh, damn."
I jerked forward and cupped my left hand over the tip to block the first
jet of hot cum. I sat up straighter and spilled the remaining contents of
my balls into my cupped hand. When the gushing stopped, I reeled off a wad
of toilet paper and wiped the puddle of goo off my palm. I repeated the
cleaning process several times and licked the fingers of my right hand
clean.

Checking to be sure my boner had sufficiently shrunk, I wiped the globs off
the rim of the toilet bowl and flushed. I collected my singlet and found
Dig going through his ritual of carefully packing everything in his team
bag for the next day's meet. He stripped out of his singlet and shoes and
we headed for the showers just as the bulk of the team were making their
way into the locker room. Kirk and Scotty were surprisingly already in
there and were showering side by side. I thought that was pretty
weird. Normal protocol is to leave at least one shower nozzle separation
whenever possible, just like you never stand at an adjacent urinal in the
bathroom if you have any other option. Weirder still is that Scotty was
boned. Well that part's not weird, that's normal, but the weird part was
Kirk spun frantically toward the wall when we walked in. Shortly afterward,
they shut off their showers and filed past us as more guys started coming
in. Kirk wasn't boned but he was puffed up enough to make it clear he had
been.

"Hey, Scotty," I said as he was passing, "I'm sorry about lunch to..."

"Stuff it asshole," Scotty said and quickened his pace to get away from me.

"What was that about?" Dig asked.

"At lunch today, while you were probably off snogging with Rochelle, I
kinda made fun of Scotty at the wrestling table."

Dig wanted all the details and at the end he was laughing his ass
off. Willy was next to us and he started laughing about it again too. "We
should call him banana boy," Willy suggested and a few others
agreed. Pretty soon everyone was on board with it and Scotty had a new
nickname. I plead with them not to do it, but it was too late. Pandora's
box was open and there was no getting it back in.

I paid more attention than usual to the dicks in the shower and especially
Dig's. I wondered just what it would look like with that giant knob perched
atop his stiffened rod. It's good I'd shot my wad on the toilet or I
would've boned up in the shower for sure. I took in Willy's big monster
too. I wondered if it hit him in the head and bloodied his nose ever when
it got boned. I played out a little cartoon image of his dick shooting
straight up into a sudden boner and smacking him in the face. "Maybe he
passes out from the loss of blood to his brain," I thought. I checked to
see if anyone else had any unique curvatures like poor William, but
everyone's seemed to hang pretty straight. I was struck by the many
variations, though. Thick, thin, long, short, big knob, small knob, lots of
hair, little hair, long dangly balls, short puffy balls - it was
fascinating.

A sudden shove on my shoulder snapped me back to reality. "You gonna dress
or just stand here in the shower all day?" Dig asked me.

"Oh, yeah. Let's go. I was just thinking about how I need to be, I mean,
get a girl like Rochelle." He just shook his head. We dressed quickly and
piled into Dig's mom's car and headed for home. Conversation centered
around the ladies choice dance and Dig's attempts to get permission to
attend the bonfire afterwards on Bodie's ranch. I told Mrs. Michaels that I
didn't have a date yet but if I did get asked, I was sure my parents
wouldn't care if I attended the bonfire. I assured her that his parents
would be there and I would probably go to the bonfire even if I didn't get
a date for the dance.

Dig's parents didn't know Bodie's family like we did because they didn't
have the baseball connection. I think the fact that the few times the
"Screw Crew" got caught doing stupid shit, it was usually because of
Bodie's crazy ideas and so they weren't too sure about him. Like the one
Halloween we made a big pile of hay on the highway and lit it on fire. It
never occurred to us someone might end up driving into the ditch to avoid
it. We just wanted to see it scatter if someone drove through it. It took
me six months of Saturday's to work off the community service sentence from
that one. Anyway, stuff like that is why I think she was being hesitant
about a bonfire at Brodie's.

I walked in my house after they dropped me off and I caught sight of
William sitting at the table eating. I detoured into the kitchen and
dropped my backpack onto a chair. I sat next to him and nodded, "What's up?
How come you're back here?"

William put his spoon back into the soup broth and dabbed at his mouth with
the napkin. "I have to return for further medical work tomorrow. So your
father has agreed to take me. My mother cannot miss any more work."

"Ohh. I was a little worried my parents liked you better than me and were
working out a trade with your parents or something. Then I'd end up talking
funny and you'd grow up to become a famous doctor curing cancer."

William snickered. "A distinct possibility, given your recent
outbursts. And, I'm certain my father would be fully on board with that
concept."

"So how'd it go at the doctor?"

"Most disturbing." William's countenance fell and he began fidgeting with
his hands.

"What?"

"I would prefer to discuss it in a more private setting." He nodded toward
the dining room where my mom was polishing her silver for some upcoming
fundraising dinner she was sponsoring. I nodded agreement, told him to
enjoy his broth and meet me upstairs in my room.

"I'll leave the door open this time." I smiled and winked. He smiled back
and slurped a spoonful of yellow broth.

I didn't even notice old Sam lying on the floor by the nightstand when I
walked in. Only when he thumped his tail a couple times did I even realize
he had found his way upstairs to my room. "His bones must be feeling better
today than usual," I thought.

I quickly finished my biology homework. I'd finished all my other homework
already. I always do the homework from my prior class during the lecture
period of the next class or finish it during lunch if I have to. It's much
better than dragging it home. The only class I ever usually have to bring
anything home for is biology since it's the last class of the day. Then, I
spread out my notes on the debate topic and started sorting through all the
documentation of William's in the large briefcase he'd brought over with
him. I fired up my laptop and googled the topic. I pulled out the plastic
tub of documents that I'd already researched when I was partnered up with
Jonah the religious freak and pulled up the cross referencing program on my
laptop.

I started reading William's materials and adding them into the cross
referencing. One secret to winning a debate is producing on-point
documentation to support your argument and more importantly to refute the
other team's evidence. That's why it's important to have volumes of
reference material and to do a really good job of cross
referencing. William had some incredibly good stuff in his case. I was very
impressed. He had already highlighted the essential points in the articles
and jotted notes in the margins.

"Well, this is a refreshing sight as compared to what I found last time I
entered your 'crib'," William said as he walked in. He was in stocking feet
and blue cotton slacks with a pinstriped Oxford shirt on. He pulled a chair
up next to me and set his own laptop up next to mine.

"Before we start in on this, tell me what went on at the doctor's," I said,
swiveling in my chair to look at him.

He shook his head slowly and said, "Mortifying. Absolutely mortifying."

"Give me all the gory details," I said.

"By circumstance, a different urologist fit me into his schedule from the
nice gentleman who examined me here last evening. After a lengthy wait, I
was led into an examination room by a nurse. I removed my shirt and she
performed the normal tests of blood pressure, heart beat, temperature,
weight and etcetera. Then she laid a cloth gown on the table and instructed
me to remove all clothing including all undergarments, which she stressed,
and to don the gown with the tie straps in the back. She informed me not to
bother tying them as the gown would be discarded when the doctor came in
anyway. Then she stepped out."

"Wow," I said, "at least you didn't have to get naked in front of her."

"Just wait. While it is true that she exited for my initial disrobing, I
was later subjected to significant exposure of my genitalia in front of
her. When the doctor came in, true to the nurse's warning he had me remove
the gown and lay it aside. I sat stark naked on the exam table trembling,
partly from cold but mostly from trepidation."

"I bet."

"The physician's facial expression displayed serious concern. He laid me
back onto the exam table and commenced palpating my injured testicle and
vas deferens as well as my healthy one. It was significantly painful as he
did so. He inquired how the injury occurred and commented he had not heard
that one before."

"I bet he hadn't."

"The physician called out to his nurse on his phone and requested a syringe
and specimen cups. She entered with the items and put gloves on. I felt
obscenely exposed lying naked on the table. To my horror, the physician
directed the nurse to hold my testicles up tight against my body causing
significant discomfort while he inserted the syringe into my scrotal sac
and extracted multiple tubes of bloody fluid. I was mortified at being
handled by the nurse. The look of concern on both of their faces was highly
disconcerting. I could not stop my trembling."

"Dude."

 "I must admit, once the fluid was extracted, the discomfort was
diminished. The nurse also extracted blood from my arm for testing. The
physician desires to test for testosterone, follicle stimulating hormone
and luteinizing hormones, which prompt sexual development. It seems, I am
lagging in my sexual maturation."

"You honestly didn't know that? Dude, except for your freakish big feet,
you look like a twelve year old."

"No. How would I know? I had nothing to compare to. Seeing you naked last
night was a highly enlightening experience for me. I had not previously
seen genitalia of any peer. I was shocked by your hair growth and size,
especially your large testicles."

"I'm just average on the scale. You're definitely way behind. So what's the
deal with your dick, or penis? Sorry."

"Yes, he palpated my penis extensively. Then, I suffered the greatest
humiliation of the entire day. He informed me of the need to examine it in
a state of full erection. He inquired if I wanted to produce the erection
or if I preferred him to induce one. I chose the former, fearing what the
latter may entail. He stepped out to permit me privacy to accomplish the
task. I made every effort to achieve an erection, but perhaps my nerves
prevented it. The more I thought about it the less likely it seemed
possible to achieve. I even imagined what Brenda looked like naked, but to
no avail."

"Brenda?" I asked, "Brenda who?"

"Brenda Thomas, in our forensics class," William clarified.

"Oh, wow. So you've got a crush on Brenda, eh?" I said smiling.

"Remember your oath of secrecy?" William warned.

"I remember, I remember. I won't out you to her. I just think that's
interesting, that's all. So anyway, what happened?"

"The physician returned and was upset I had not complied. He scolded that
he had made time in a busy schedule for me and I should be more thoughtful
of his time. I explained that I had honestly attempted but was
unsuccessful. His harsh tone upset me so severely, it caused me to cry. I
was just so distraught from the entire ordeal. I told him, 'I'm sorry. I'm
sorry. I tried. I really tried but I just couldn't do it.' I also told him
'I hate this whole mess.' After I broke down, he softened and even
apologized. He asked where my parents were and I explained that my father
would not come and my mother could not."

Why didn't you just jack it?"

"Masturbate, you mean?"

"Yeah."

"Well, while I know the general concept, the actual process escapes me,
having never performed the act. I did grasp my penis and waggle it about,
but it had no effect."

"Oh my god...errr, I mean oh my gosh. You seriously don't know how it's
done?"

"Quite obviously not. The physician issued me a small pill, installed foot
rests on the exam table and hoisted my feet into them. He left me so
contorted for approximately fifteen minutes whereupon he returned and
inserted a slippery finger into my rectum. He proceeded to manipulate me in
a manner that quickly brought upon the desired state of erection. The
erection was painful as usual. Then, he palpated my erect penis further and
bent it in all directions. He tried to be as gentle with me as he could be,
however, it was still most uncomfortable. He took several photos of my
genitalia and then called for the nurse.

I was given the gown back and wore it to the imaging room. I was instructed
to retain the erection, which occurred without any assistance from
me. There, a male and female technician placed a cloth over me with just my
penis and testicles exposed through a hole in the sheet. Then I was slid
into a large imaging machine. The two of them discussed openly the severity
of my malformation.

Ultimately, I was returned to the exam room where further probing of my
penis was performed while the physician reviewed the images on the computer
monitor. Finally, I was allowed to regain my dignity and get dressed. Then,
he asked me to contact my parents. My father did not attend, of course, but
my mother left work to attend the consultation. He displayed the photos and
my mother gasped and cried for me."

"So what did he say?"

"His diagnosis maintains that the bend is not likely Peyronies Disease or
PD as he called it. He suspects a congenital defect. Regardless, the
solution is identical. In addition to my testicle, he plans on performing
the Nesbit procedure on my penis."

"What's that?"

"An incision will be made around the circumference of my penile shaft. The
sliced skin is retracted and the tunica albuginea inspected."

"The tubular alba...what?"

"Tunica albuginea, it's a tough fibrous connective tissue that encases the
penis directly beneath the skin. Bent penises like mine result from either
scar tissue on one side of this tissue or a weakness of it on the other
side or both. The effect is enhanced by an erection. Because mine bends
when flaccid and is painful when erect, scar tissue is likely. The images
taken and his physical examination confirm this. To rectify my deformity,
he will excise what scar tissue he safely can and on the weak side he will
create a tuck with permanent sutures. This will effectively pull the penis
back into a straight position. There is some risk of loss of sensitivity in
portions of the penis, as well as infection. To verify the success of the
straightening, an artificial erection will be simulated, and then the skin
will be pulled back up the shaft and sutured together."

"An artificial erection? What the hell is that?"

"He described the process as tying a tourniquet around the base of my penis
and filling the corpus cavernosum, that's the spongy tubes the blood
normally fills up to create an erection, with saline solution. If the penis
is then adequately straight, the procedure will have proven successful and
they will release the tourniquet," he explained.

"Eww, sounds awful. So after you heal, your dick will be fixed?"

"All indications are positive."

"Wait, did you say that he is gonna slice your dick all the way around it?"

"Yes, the entire circumference will be incised so that the skin can be
peeled off the shaft and expose the tissue beneath. There is a very
informative video on the internet with actual photos. Look." He opened the
favorites tab on his laptop and navigated to the pictures and video.

"Ohh, gross. Dude! Does that freak you out?" I blurted out.

"Yes, certainly, but look at the before and after pictures." There was a
picture of a man's erection as badly bent as William's and then an after
picture where it looked perfectly straight.

"That's great news then." I said cheerfully. He, however, did not look so
cheerful. "What's wrong?"

William started wringing his hands and he looked down. His lower lip and
chin started quivering.  Slowly he looked up and said, "While I am
encouraged over the potential to repair my penis, prognosis for my testicle
is less encouraging. In addition to the Nesbit procedure on my penis, he
will expose and examine my injured testicle. He will attempt to repair the
damage; however, he doesn't expect to be successful. He warned my mother
and me that removal..." He couldn't continue. Tears were trailing down his
cheeks and his voice broke. I was tearing up as well. I slid my chair over
beside him and put my arm around him.

He continued, "that...well, my mother signed permission for the removal of
my testicle if necessary, which he strongly suspects will come to
fruition." He broke down. I gently caressed his shoulder and placed my
other hand on his knee. He pulled tissues from the box on the desk and
wiped at his eyes.

"Hey, let's think positive. He might save it," I consoled.

"I fear not."

"Well, there's no use getting upset over it until you really know. There's
nothing you can do about it now anyway."

"Only supplicate deity."

"Pray, you mean?"

"Yes," he confirmed.

"I'll pray with you, if you want me to." He looked at me suddenly. He was
searching my sincerity.

"I greatly appreciate that." He ultimately said.

"You want to now?" I asked. "You'll have to show me how. I've never done it
before."

"Later," he said, "before retiring to bed. That's my usual pattern."

"For now, I fear I have a most disconcerting favor to ask of you."

"Sure, what?" I asked. Since he had calmed down, I moved back around to
face him.

He hesitated. He started wringing his hands and averting his eyes. "No, I
think not, after further contemplation."

"Dude, just ask. I want to help you if I can. Seriously."

"Alright, well, you may well regret those words when you hear my
request. Before my operation, the physician wants a colleague to further
examine me and confirm his determined course of action. This will require
that I achieve an erection again. The pill has finally worn off and is not
an option prior to surgery anyway. I need." He bit his lip. "I require your
tutelage on the best masturbatory method to achieve an erection." His face
flushed.

"You want me to teach you how to jack?" I asked, incredulous. "Serious?" I
thought to myself, "Where's Bodie when I need him."

"Please, I know it is a precipitate request, given our brief but
extraordinary relationship. However, I have no other resource." He was
pleading with his eyes.

"What about your father?" I asked. He stiffened and his expression soured.

"That is not an option."

"Alright, but now it's time for you to swear yourself to secrecy," I said.

He smiled, "Honestly, have you the slightest doubt in that regard?"

"No, I guess not," I agreed. "Well, let me shut the door and you go lie
down on my bed and pull your pants down again. I bet that instruction's
starting to get old for you by now."

He agreed, grinning at me but quickly complying. I wedged his chair under
my doorknob. The last thing we needed was for mom to barge in on us again.

Sam, my old dog, stirred and walked over to the bed. He stretched his neck
over the edge of the bed and sniffed at William's crotch. William reached
over to push him away, but before he could, Sam gently licked Williams
injured testicle. William froze in place. Sam licked it twice more and
returned to his spot on the floor as I approached.

I stood near the bed very nervous. I was trembling. I looked at him lying
there looking vulnerable and somehow tender and innocent. I felt this must
be what it's like to be a big brother. Being an only child had advantages
but none I wouldn't trade for a sibling. "Okay, well take your penis in
your hand. And stroke up and down like this." I demonstrated on my pointer
finger the way Bodie had shown me so long ago. He held it tenuously and
scarcely moved the skin. "No, here, like this."

I pulled his hand away and gripped his skinny penis in the palm of my hand
in the traditional grip. "Then you squeeze slightly like this, and you
slide the skin up over the head, and back down. It was odd making the bend
to accomplish the task on his malformed member. If you do it long enough,
the sensations cause a boner, or erection if you prefer. If you keep it up
long enough, you experience an orgasm and you cum, or I guess you prefer
the word, ejaculate. Now you try it."

I released his dick. I could not read his expression. Was the experience of
human contact on the most private of areas as impactful on him as it was on
me? It didn't appear to be anything more than clinical from what I could
tell. It dawned on me that he had just spent an entire day having his dick
and balls, touched, manipulated and gawked at. No wonder the experience had
more impact on me than it did on him. Still, there had been an odd effect
when I touched it. Something flowed between us. Our eyes had met and the
awkwardness dissipated in the exchange.

"I think it is happening." He was excited. "Yes, yes, look!" he pulled his
hand away and he had definitely thickened and expanded.

"Great, keep it up." A few more minutes of stroking and he was fully erect.

"I did it. I did it." He was giddy with excitement as if he'd just learned
to ride a two wheeler on his own. "Thank you," he effused. It was the most
sincere thank you anyone had ever given me. It touched me deeply.

"My pleasure," I said smiling warmly back at him. "Well, actually, I
suppose it's really YOUR pleasure, but I was glad to help."